At length morning came
Creeping the truth of yester to my door
And with it the thought of her
Scents of the night remembered
The colors and air that adorned her
One longing of an absent dream
One content of sugar baited words
They drew her from the sheets to the sunrise flushes
Something in the way of tumbling, whisking, and falling
The last restraint was found gone
And its first breath was given in the sound of her name
Framed in the pleasant and silver
Just above the dew of pearl and future
Covered close in the restless brook
Of bilberries and gooseberries
I kept her faithfully
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